FINALLY.
Cara is happy to announce that she has gathered up the shreds of her awful HTML knowledge, and just barely managed to put up this new skin which isn't made by her but which she thinks is gorgeous anyway YAY.

Well. Nothing much has been going on here in Soap Opera Land. Just more depressive things which would bore one to death, should I elaborate...
I've also realized how screwed our generation is becoming.
Screwed up, I mean.
Yeah, but whatever. Like there's any difference.

Oh, and btw. I'm still anti-thethreeletterBword.
And still will be for quite some time, from the looks of it.
Heck, that's fine by me.

Also. My throat hurts much, and it's become a major pain in the you-know-what to swallow.
Oh well.
Tis life for you.

In any case, I fully did not come here to complain.

School has been lovely and slackyish. Too much free periods, can, in fact, corrode one's brain. As has been proven by US. So aptly named the Crazy Bunch, by the highly stereotypical natures of several persons in our class. Not that I hate stereotypes. I think everyone sort of conforms to them, in a way. Even fitting into a stereotype can become a sort of novelty. I think stereotypes are interesting. I just don't like it when I become the VICTIM of a stereotype, s' all.
Annyway. As I was saying. Cheryl, Shu, Mel, Ni and ze odder deloverly HSM fans [including yours truly] have been driving the anti-HSM people [like poor Av-- I'm so sorry] bonkers through countless [but in-key, I might add..] renditions of Breaking Free and What I've Been Looking For.
I still think Zac Efron is cute.
Except for, you know, that one part in the musical when we so can see his underarm hair. Which is normal, I guess- being a teenager and a guy and all...but still. The least Disney might have done would be to digitally, um, blot out the. Uh. Yeah.
Sort of the way they had to digitally reduce Superman's unmentionables, because according to the newspapers; the size of his inguinal ligament was...distracting.

....But back to the subject.
Which never really was there in the first place, so oh well.
Meep.

Oh yeahhh. PotC2. Omg, it was the sex love.
LoveloveLOVEE!
I went to watch it with Maxy and Mel. It was wayyy doozed out. We had to go to four different cinemas [and call up a tonna others, besides] before we could get tickets. And then we had to wait for over an hour, since the only show which had tickets available was at six. So yeah. We hung out at McDonalds...Maxy and Mel shared fries, we took snapshots, and it was really neat. Oh, and Maxy had a strawberry milkshake which was nice, but I took a sip and it was wayy sweet. But it was all cool.
And it was even cooler when we went in. The cinema, I mean. Not the milkshake.
[Oh, and I ate cheesy hotdogs. I KNOW that was an outright dastardly violation of animal rights. But hotdogs are sooo good- I can't believe I survived so long without them. ]
PotC was awesome. I can't describe it or whatever, because someone who hasn't watched it yet is sure to slam me for giving away all the spoilers and whatnot, so mhm. Y'all will just hafta go watch it yourselves. And trust me. PotC2= rad much!

Cheesy hotdogs are good things, too.